Thutmose strode towards the door, opened it, and shouted at the guards, "Call for my scribes and my vizier immediately. I have need of them." Th en, turning to face Ptahmose, he said, "I will make this declaration, and it can be displayed tomorrow morning as the sun rises. Now leave me, priest; I have to don my armour for the chariot race that awaits me." Bowing low to hide the triumph in his eyes, Ptahmose turned and left the room. His heart was pounding with the rush of adrenalin that surged through his veins. He had successfully achieved all that he had been instructed to do by the fallen light beings. Th e great Pharaoh had just unknowingly given up his power to Ptahmose, and Ptahmose dreamed of his rewards.. He almost fl oated out of the palace, such was his euphoria. He was not to know just how short-lived his success would be.